You see, my father served in France and Germany during World War II. He started out as a regular infantryman, and before too long, he was promoted to the transportation pool, driving around the Army officers. He served from 1942 to 1944, and although he thankfully didn’t see much combat, he still served in one of the greatest wars in American history.

This has come to mean more and more to my wife and I, and its one of the many reasons we’re taking care of him in his old age, now that his wife of 55 years passed on last August. Dad is 86 years old, has failing eyesight and while we’d love to think he has several years left, we also know his time is not as long as it might have been a few years ago.

So we’re looking for ways to keep him happy in his final years, and a trip to Branson, with a chance to visit the Veterans’ Memorial Museum, would be just the trick to show him how much we appreciate him. Hopefully, we’ll get a chance this summer.